Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Fatty Liu's hoarse howl echoed under the huge crystal chandelier of the InterContinental Hotel, sounding as mournful as a pig being slaughtered.

Two security guards rushed over and each took one arm to lift the lump of fat off the carpet.

"Fatty! Wake up! Don't sleep! Brother Su is watching!"

Er Lengzi shouted as he slapped Liu Pangzi's face twice with his rough hands.

With two sharp "slaps," two red marks instantly swelled up on Fatty Liu's cheeks.

He took a deep breath, his eyes rolled back, and he finally came back to life.

"Can I...can I skip the CPA exam?"

Fatty Liu's legs were shaking like a leaf, and he was gripping Er Lengzi's sleeve tightly.

"I'm delivering packages with Express Delivery! I'm carrying cement! My brain's full of shoddy stuff, reading is more painful than being stabbed!"

on the main table.

Su Ye held the thermos cup and slowly screwed on the lid, making a slight metallic scraping sound.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing an unyielding coldness behind the lenses.

"no."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it extinguished everyone's hopes like ice water.

"Sihai needs to go public, so its senior executives must have financial literacy. If they can't even understand double-entry bookkeeping, how will they be able to interpret financial statements in the future?"

He stood up, the hem of his coat swirling in the air.

"Six months. Six months' time. You must pass two subjects."

His gaze swept over the pale-faced hall masters in the front row.

"You won't pass the exam."

Su Ye paused for a moment, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"All dividends from this year's shares will be confiscated. Salary will be reduced by 80%. Report to the logistics department and become Zhang Tiezhu's subordinate, cleaning toilets every day."

Upon hearing this, the entire audience gasped.

Cleaning toilets is a small matter, but confiscating my shares and dividends is!

That's several million dollars in real money!

These people are risking their lives, all they're after is money. Now the money is right in front of them, and they can't get it without getting certified?

Lei Hu swallowed hard, beads of sweat trickling down his bald head along the scar on his head.

He gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table, and the wine glasses on the table clattered loudly.

"Take the exam! Brother Su has spoken, we have to take it even if it's tough!"

Lei Hu roared in a hoarse voice, his eyes red, like a gambler driven to the brink of despair.

"It's just a few books! If I could memorize the Labor Law back in the day, I could pass that C...CPA exam now!"

Gao Qiang, sitting next to him, was huddled in a chair in the corner.

He clutched the two million dollar check and the BMW car keys tightly to his chest.

The edge of the cardboard was digging into his chest, causing a slight pain, but his heart felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey.

He looked at the group of gang leaders below the stage, who looked as if they had lost their parents, and then at the huge sum of money in his hand.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

Gao Qiang sniffed and wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Chief..."

He muttered to himself, a soft sob escaping his throat.

"It's not that I lack willpower. It's just that these capitalists are giving me way too much."

He's a low-level criminal police officer, earning 2,500 yuan a month.

Even with the undercover allowance, if you work your whole life without eating or drinking, you still can't afford a single bathroom in this large apartment.

What now?

He simply led a group of people to check the spacing of the steel bars on the construction site and forced his underlings to memorize the safety regulations.

He became a multi-millionaire?

The more Gao Qiang thought about it, the more surreal it seemed.

He turned his head and his gaze met Chen Suan's, who was sitting two tables away.

Chen Suan clutched the keys to his Porsche Panamera tightly in his hand.

Behind the black-rimmed glasses, those eyes, usually full of shrewdness, were now as red as a rabbit's.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

They both saw the same struggle, breakdown, and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Chen Suan's lips trembled.

He was a top student in the finance department of a police academy and a leading figure in the provincial public security department.

He was sent to investigate shady accounts, but ended up staying up all night helping gangsters legally evade taxes.

He felt dirty and had betrayed his faith.

But... it's a Porsche!

That streamlined body, that sexy engine roar. He dreamed of touching the steering wheel.

"I'm not colluding with them... I'm doing this to infiltrate the enemy and obtain crucial intelligence..."

Chen was frantically trying to convince himself, his fingers gripping the car keys so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

the other side.

Zhang Tiezhu, clutching the 100,000 yuan in cash, huddled on the outermost side of the table in the logistics department.

He's a nearly fifty-year-old veteran police officer, codenamed 007.

He's a marginal figure in the bureau, and for the past six months he's been cleaning the men's restrooms at the Sihai Building every day.

The toilet brush is so clean you can see your reflection in it.

He looked at the stack of bright red bills.

One hundred thousand yuan.

His daughter's tuition and living expenses for college were finally secured.

No more eating pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day.

Tears streamed down Zhang Tiezhu's face as his rough fingers traced the edge of the banknotes.

He looked up at Su Ye on the stage, who was tall and had the air of a refined scoundrel.

Suddenly, I felt that this gang leader was pleasing to the eye no matter how I looked at him.

At least they keep their word and don't deduct wages from their lower-level employees.

"Brother Tiezhu, why are you crying?"

A chubby support girl next to me handed me a tissue.

"Aren't you overjoyed? President Su is truly exceptional in his treatment of our employees."

Zhang Tiezhu took the tissue and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Yes, yes... I'm so happy. This is the first time I've received so much prize money in my life."

His voice was choked with emotion, thick with a nasal tone.

An extremely eerie atmosphere permeated the entire banquet hall.

Half of the people were so excited about receiving such a huge sum of money that they burst into tears, overwhelmed with gratitude.

The other half looked ashen-faced and devastated because they had to take the CPA exam next year.

Shen Qinghan sat at the main table.

Looking at this scene of contrasting extremes, she felt a chill run down her spine and her head was buzzing.

Just what kind of monster is Su Ye?

Use money to break down the undercover agent's defenses.

He drove his henchmen crazy with legal provisions and exams.

Is he trying to transform a gang into a legitimate business empire with highly educated and high-income members?

She quietly took out her encrypted phone from her pocket and, using the tablecloth as cover, blindly typed a text message.

[Chief. Year-end bonuses have been distributed. Gao Qiang received two million and a car. Chen Suan received a Porsche. Even Zhang Tiezhu received one hundred thousand.]

She paused, gritted her teeth, and continued pressing the keys.

The three of them are crying their eyes out backstage. I suspect... they've been completely corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of capital.

After sending the text message.

Shen Qinghan let out a long breath.

She looked up and met Su Ye's gaze.

Su Ye held the thermos cup, a hint of mockery flashing behind his glasses.

"Secretary Shen, you seem a little unhappy?"

He smiled slightly, his tone revealing a hint of nonchalance.

"Are you upset that your name isn't on this year's prize money list?"

Shen Qinghan was startled and almost dropped her phone.

She quickly sat up straight and forced a professional smile.

"No, no, Mr. Su. I haven't been here long, so it's understandable that I don't receive a bonus."

She swallowed hard, her back breaking out in a cold sweat.

Su Ye didn't expose her.

He stood up and buttoned up his coat.

"Alright. That's enough for today."

He turned to look at the group of men below the stage who were still comforting each other and weeping bitterly.

"We'll have a day off tomorrow. The day after tomorrow at 9 a.m., all executives who are taking the CPA exam will have a meeting in the conference room. I will personally highlight the key points for you."

After Su Ye finished speaking, he ignored the wailing below.

He led Shen Qinghan and strode out of the banquet hall of the InterContinental Hotel.

……

In a small storage room in the corner of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Liaison officer Zhou Ming was squatting amidst a pile of file boxes.

There was no heating in the room; it was as cold as an icebox.

He was wearing a faded yellow military overcoat, holding a box of freshly made pickled cabbage noodles, which he was slurping down.

"Ring ring—"

The secure phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhou Ming quickly swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth, which were so hot that his tongue trembled.

He picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Zhou Ming."

On the other end of the phone, Gao Qiang's voice came through, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Brother Zhou! It's me! Qiangzi!"

Gao Qiang was in a toilet stall, covering his mouth, tears and snot still streaming down his face.

"Brother Zhou, I...I got my year-end bonus."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming perked up.

He wiped the grease from his mouth with his sleeve and lowered his voice.

"Got it? How much? Did you gather evidence of Su Ye's bribery and corruption? Don't worry, we'll turn all this embezzled money into the national treasury."

Gao Qiang remained silent for two seconds on the other end.

He swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound.

"No... Brother Zhou. This money is legal."

His voice trembled like a leaf, "It's because Sihai Construction won several large government contracts this year, and the accounting was all done properly. Lin Dai even deducted all of my personal income tax."

"legitimate?"

Zhou Ming froze, dropping his instant noodle fork on the table. "How much is it?"

"Two million in cash. And a BMW 7 Series."

Gao Qiang sniffed. "Brother Zhou, I've already checked out the car in the garage. Those leather seats, that panoramic sunroof... I've never ridden in such a nice car in my life."

Zhou Ming's head was buzzing, and he felt a surge of heat rushing to the top of his head.

He looked at the box of instant noodles in his hand that cost less than five yuan.

Then think about the pitiful amount of salary I have in my bank account each month.

Two million? A BMW 7 Series?

Is this guy going undercover or going to live like a king?!

Being an undercover agent is a million times better than being a liaison officer in the bureau who stays up all night eating instant noodles every day!

"Gao Qiang! Mind your own business!"

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth, his eyes red with jealousy, almost bulging out of their sockets.

"You're a policeman! Don't let yourself be blinded by the filthy money of these capitalists!"

"I didn't, Brother Zhou..."

Gao Qiang looked miserable and extremely aggrieved.

"But this money... it's too tempting. Brother Zhou, if the director doesn't close the net soon, Su Ye will give me 5% of the profits next year."

"That's tens of millions! I'm really afraid I won't be able to control myself and will end up taking bullets for Su Ye with my underlings."

"Snapped!"

Zhou Ming was so angry that he hung up the phone immediately.

The telephone line swayed in mid-air.

He slumped down in the dusty chair, looking dejected.

Looking at the bowl of cold instant noodles in front of me, I suddenly felt like I couldn't go on living like this.

He took out his phone and opened the message about his salary card balance.

[Your account ending in 8866 has earned 2500.00 yuan this month, plus an undercover contact allowance of 500.00 yuan. Balance: 3021.50 yuan.]

Zhou Ming stared intently at the five hundred yuan undercover allowance.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He suddenly stood up and kicked over the trash can next to him.

"This job is impossible to do!"

Like an enraged lion, Zhou Ming strode out of the storage room and headed straight for the director's office.

He didn't even knock; he kicked the door open.

Li Jianguo was sitting behind his desk, looking at the text message sent by Shen Qinghan with a worried expression.

Startled by the loud noise, I nearly dropped my thermos.

"Zhou Ming! What's wrong with you?!" Li Jianguo roared.

Zhou Ming's eyes were red-rimmed, and his chest heaved violently.

He walked to the desk, placed his hands on the surface, and spoke in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Chief!"

Zhou Ming swallowed hard.

"Let me infiltrate the Sihai Group!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a resolute determination that disregarded everything.

"I'm not afraid of danger! I'm not afraid of death!"

"I can do any job Gao Qiang can do! I can sweep the toilets that Zhang Tiezhu can clean, and I can make them even shinier!"